A peak experience of sleeping out and waking up alone on the moors to a brilliant summer’s day.
Awoken by first light’s almost kiss
upon eyelid shutters eager to raise
and let sight fall on a moorland bliss
of faint purple gauze layered haze.
I felt the chill wet of a new mist
lay delicate touch upon my arm
and a single drop fall from my wrist
as I sank into a perfect calm
Up above was sky of such blue
t’was like floating in waters deep
and I felt a reverie known to few
within delicious waking sleep.